Can you do Damon Salvatore where reader dies so Damon turned his humanity off but somehow he saw reader from the other side due to the veil (?) being lifted by bonnie and reader told him to turn it back on and u can decide about the rest 😅😅 - Anon💜
You’d been watching for weeks, and he wasn’t the same.
He wasn’t your Damon, and no matter how much you tried to talk to him, to hold him, you just knew that he couldn’t feel you, he couldn’t hear you.
To see Damon back in his old ways broke your heart.
“Oh darling…”
You walked over to Damon and knelt in front of him, looking at the dead body next to him, the blood around his face, the bottle in his hand and the tears streaming down his face.
You tried to reach out, but you stopped and sighed, letting your hand drop down by your side.
Sitting on your knees, you wiped a stray tear from your eye.
“Oh my love… what have you done…”
Damon slowly lifted his head, and he stared right at you.
You gave a sad smile and shook your head at him, turning around to see who he was looking at but there was no one there.
Confused, you turned around to look at him again and he was still staring right at you, this time he was raising his hand.
“There’s no… that’s no…” he whispered.
“Damon…?” You asked quietly.
He slowly touched your face, you could feel the warmth of his skin against your cheeks, he could feel the coldness of your skin.
He pressed his palm on your cheek and you started to cry, leaning into his teach.
“I must’ve died…” he whispered.
“You’re still alive my love.”
Damon tackled you to the ground, his arms around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as tears streamed down his face.
You held him back, fighting your own tears.
“I can’t… I need…” he trailed off.
“It’s alright, it’s alright…” you whispered.
You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it while he carried on crying into you.
Damon didn’t dare let go, afraid that if he let go of you he would loose you all over again.
You guys laid there for hours and you knew you didn’t have long, it was Bonnie that contacted you letting you know what had happened and how long you left.
Remembering this, you gently pushed Damon up, and you sat up, placing your hands on his cheeks as you wiped his tears with your thumbs.
“I don’t have long…”
“Don’t.. you can’t… I need you here with me…”
You shook your head.
“Damon, I died… you know that…”
He shook his head.
“Listen to me.”
“No.. no!”
“Damon! You have to listen.” You sighed.
He sniffled, locking eyes with you as he placed his hands on your arms.
“You need to turn it on.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Damon stood up, pacing around as he took a few deep breaths.
“Damon you have to.”
Picking up the bottle he was drinking from, Damon lobbed it across the room.
You sighed as you heard it shatter.
Standing up, you walked over to stand in front of you.
“Damon look at me.”
He looked at you.
“If I turn it on.. I have to feel all of that hurt… all the pain of what happened…”
“You already do… you’re flicking between humanity and no humanity.” You whispered.
Walking over you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Please Damon… for me.. promise me you will…”
“I can’t (Y/N)
You pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.
“I will always be with you Damon, okay? I promise.. I promise you I won’t ever leave you…”
You began to tear up again.
“But I.. I can’t see you like this… see you doing this…”
“You.. you’ve seen…?”
You nodded your head and he held you tightly.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Just turn it on…”
He nodded his head and buried his face into your neck again.
“Okay..”
You nodded your head and pulled away.
“Let’s make the most of this…”
You didn’t know how long you had left, so you two went back to his and laid in bed, hind curled around you as he held you.
You played with his hair and you spoke about everything, everything you used to, like the hood old days.
When Damon’s phone went, you grabbed it and had a look.
“It’s time..”
“Don’t go.”
“I can’t.. I can’t help it…”
He held you tightly, and you leant down, kissing him passionately, burning the memory into your brain, because you knew this was going to be the last time you’ll kiss him for a long time.
“You’ll be here?” He asked.
“Everywhere you go, I’ll go.”
He nodded and kissed your again, placing his hands on the side of your face.
“Look at your phone…”
Damon did so confused, and you sat away from him so he wouldn’t feel you fade.
“I love you Damon.”
“I love you too.”
Damon looked up but you weren’t there, and he stared at where you were sat.
Reaching out, he tried to touch you but it didn’t work, but he felt a coldness in the air where his hand was and he smiled a tiny bit.
“You’re still here…” he whispered.
He looked at his phone, you’d taken it while he was holding you and took loads of photos.
Reminding him even in death you were with him.
And he lived up to his promise, he turned his humanity on, and he sat in the bath for an hour before he got out and back into bed.
He held his hand out on your side of the bed, and smiled to himself, tears running down his face as he felt cold air take his hand.
It hurt, it hurt so much more than anything he had ever experienced before but he knew it meant he really loved you.
And he promised you to keep it on, no matter how hard the pain was to handle
13: “What are you supposed to be?" "I'm you!" “I am nothing like that!” (dressed as something soft and cuddly) "Yes you are!"(muttering) "For the love of everyone here, pls get rid of this sexual tension"
You didn’t really want to go to the Halloween party, but when you realised you had the free reign to dress up as whatever you wanted you couldn’t help yourself.
“I’ll be done in sec!” You called.
“Come on! Let me see!” Damon whined.
After a few minutes you finally came out and Damon looked at you in confusion.
He walked over and circled around you, trying to get a better of idea of what exactly you were.
You were dressed up in fluffy suit, little bear ears sat on the hood that was on your head.
“Isn’t that.. you’re onesie?” He asked.
“Yup!” You beamed.
You waltzed past Damon and started to head down the stairs.
“That’s not the costume you picked!” He called after you.
Damon jogged down the stairs in order to catch up to you, and he blocked you from going through the kitchen door.
“You’re really going to the party dressed in your bear onesie?” He asked.
“I’m not a bear.” You grinned.
Damon rose a brow at you and crossed bud arms over his chest as he leant against the door.
“What are you supposed to be?” He asked.
You grinned a little bit more.
“I’m you!”
You heard someone spit out their drink and start laughing.
Damon pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, slowly he started to walk closer to you.
When he was close enough, the looked down at you, showing you his vampire eyes as he put his hands on your hips.
“I’m nothing like that!” He whisper yelled.
You pouted a little bit, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head to look back at him.
“Yes you are…” you mumbled.
Damon rolled his eyes at you and pulled your hood down. He leant forward, brushing his nose against yours.
“No I’m not.” He growled lowly.
You smirked, knowing full well you were getting on his nerves, but also knowing full well he wasn’t going to do anything about it.
All he did was pull you into him, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.
“Yes you are…” you replied.
Stefan walked into the room and make a gagging noise as he swatted Damon in the back of the head, pulling him away from you.
“For the love of everyone here, please get rid of the sexual tension.” He said walking past.
While Damon was distracted you took this as you chance to run away from him.
So you did, you sprinted into the living room where everyone was, a smirk on your face as you hoped over the back of the couch.
“I’m Damon!”
“You’re not dressed as a clown.” Alaric chuckled.
“Wow, real nice.” Damon huffed.
He started walking towards you, but you kept running away from him.
“Damon Salvatore is as cute and as cuddly as a bear!” You yelled.
“And more dangerous than one. You’re playing a risk game.” He replied.
“Oh please, we know you won’t do anything to her.” Caroline laughed.
Damon finally gave up walking around after you and grabbed a glass, pouring himself a drink as he watched you prance around the room.
“Come on, it’s cute!” Bonnie laughed.
“It’s humiliating.” He mumbled.
“But she’s cute.” Elena smirked.
They both looked at Damon, and he was smiling as he watched you dance around in your bear Onesie, you were so happy.
Damon liked to think of himself as scary, the big bad villain in the story, but you knew the truth.
He was biggest softie there ever was, you just had to get on the right side of him to see it, he liked to act all big and tough.
Then when everyone left, he turned into a mushy mess, showing the true side of him, and if you saw him as cute and as cuddle as a bear, then he’d take it. At least bears were dangerous
helloo, i really like your writing so can i request one with damon salvatore?? kinda ooc buuut i just wanna see a fic where he’s always nervous and blushing around someone for the first time and everyone who knows him are very shocked and reader is always amused and sometimes doing it on purpose??? please, thank u :))) - Anon💜
Plodding your way into the Salvatores home, you looked around.
You’d been asked to come here but you thought maybe you’d read the text wrong because you couldn’t see anyone anywhere.
“Hello? Any bloodsucker home?” You called.
“Seriously?” Stefan chuckled.
He walked around the corner and gestured for you to come through to the kitchen so you followed him.
Everyone was there, all sitting around with food scattered over the counters, different dishes and sides.
“Whats all this?” You asked.
“Well, we know you’ve been stressed out lately. So we decided to get together for dinner.” Bonnie smiled.
“Aw you guys that’s really sweet of you!”
You beamed brightly and walked over, standing in the middle of them all as you looked at all the food.
Then you spotted it.
Your favourite dish that your mom used to cook for you all the time.
“Guys.. how did you…?” You whispered.
It was a dish you hadn’t had in years, not since you moved to mystic falls to live with your grandparents while your parents focused on their work.
“Damon did it. He rang your parents and asked them how to make it.” Alaric laughed.
“Yeah he tried time and time again to get it right, he was on FaceTime with your mom for hours.” Elena grinned.
You turned to the usually brooding vampire who turned his back to you, sipping from his drink.
Walking over, you stood in front of him, watching as he turned himself around again.
You lightly gripped his arm, slowly turning him around this time.
“Well hi, I didn’t see you there.” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his chest as you closed your eyes.
“Thanks Damon…” you whispered.
“I.. uh.. yeah…” he mumbled.
Damon wrapped an arm around you and hugged you lightly before he let go and pulled himself away from you.
“Oh my god.” Jeremy whispered.
“Damon stuttered!” Caroline laughed.
“Shut up!” Damon huffed.
He grabbed a plate and started to help himself to the food, and you all followed him.
Plates full, you all headed to the table to sit there and you all started to chat away.
You looked across the table at Damon who was just quietly eating his food and kicked his foot.
“What?” He whispered over.
“Are you okay?” You whispered back.
Damon looked away and nodded his head slowly.
He excused him and you frowned as you watched him walk outside, grabbing a glass and a bottle of whiskey along the way.
Excusing yourself you got up and followed him outside, taking a seat next to him on the steps.
“What’s up Damon?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He grumbled.
You rose a brow at him, taking his hand in yours.
You saw instantly as the blush covered his face and he averted his gaze from you. He didn’t try take his hand back, but you could easily tell he was embarrassed.
“Aw Damon, are you shy?” You teased.
“No.. why.. why would I be?” He mumbled out.
You laughed softly, leaning yourself closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder, playing with his ring but not taking it from his finger.
“What are you doing…?”
“Nothing.” You beamed.
You heard the others call your name and you stood up, still holding his hand.
“Catch you around.”
Leaning down you kissed his cheek and laughed as you saw him get even more flustered.
Once you realised you could embarrass him you kept at it, making him blush and stutter any time he was around you.
Around anyone else he was big bad Damon, the vampire without a care in the world.
But around you?
He was mushy, a stuttering and mumbling mess.
“Seriously, I’ve never seen someone make you so flustered.” Stefan smirked.
“Oh shut it.” Damon snapped.
“Someone’s smitten.” Caroline smirked.
Damon glared at her and they all laughed, carefully watching as you came through.
The moment Damon heard you laughing, saw you smile a blush crept across his face and he averted his eyes from you, hiding himself behind his book.
You didn’t think much about it so you walked over and dropped yourself on the couch next to him.
“What ya reading?” You asked.
“A book.”
You rolled your eyes and peaked around to have a look at the cover before you nodded to yourself.
“Yeah I’ve never read it.” You shrugged.
Pulling your phone from your pocket, kicked your feet up into his lap and started scrolling.
The others stayed for a little while until they had to go somewhere, and you and Damon stayed inside, him reading and you playing some random game on your phone.
Letting out a small yawn, you set your phone aside and laid down.
Damon looked at you.
“What’re you doing..?” He asked quietly.
“Taking a nap.”
He didn’t reply, but you head him set his book down, throw your feet from his lap and you opened your eyes to look at him.
“I’ll go sleep upstairs if you want?” You asked.
Damon shook his head and held out his arms to you, he turned his eyes away but he carried on holding them open.
“Well.. come on then…” he mumbled.
You smiled and sat up, shuffled over you laid over his legs and rested your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you.
“Now go to sleep.” He huffed.
You laughed softly and nodded your head happily closing your eyes as you balled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and you quickly fell asleep.
Damon looked down at you and smiled softly to himself, placing on hand on your back and one on the back of your head as he closed his eyes.
With you asleep and everyone else out, he didn’t have to try and hide how flustered he was, the smile on his face or the was his heart pounded when you were nearby.
He didn’t have to hide the fact he was head over heels in love with you
Are u familiar with grumpy x sunshine trope?? can you make one where damon (tvd) is the sunshine (or annoying bcs he is) and reader is the grumpy one?? There is just barely damon fics out there pls,,, - Anon💜
A/N: so am not sure if this is what you were looking for but this is where the story took me, I hope it’s okay!
You had been trying to ignore the vampire wondering around your room for a while, but as he kept picking stuff up and messing with things you found it getting harder and harder.
He’d picked up one of the teddy bears you had in the corner of your room and was wondering around with that in one hand, and a random poetry book in his other hand as he read random poems.
“Damon.”
“Yes?” He asked.
He turned around with the biggest grin you had ever seen and all you could do was sigh and roll your eyes at him.
“Stop messing with everything, I’m trying to focus.”
“Come on, I’m bored!” He whined.
Damon tossed the book aside and jumped on to the bed, sending all your work flying into the air and scattered about.
You groaned and went to get up to start picking it up but Damon wouldn’t let you.
He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back down, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“Don’t be so boring…” he mumbled.
“Unfortunately some of us have assignments to do.”
“When you’re a vampire you won’t have to worry about that.” He said.
You pulled away slightly, raising a brow at him.
“What?”
“Well, I do plan on making you a vampire some day. You’re a pain in my ass but it would be boring without you.”
You shook your head as you gave a small laugh and got up to start picking all your papers up.
“I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll take it!”
Damon jumped from the bed, taking all the papers from your hands he set them on the bed then took your hands in his.
“Let’s go somewhere.”
“Damon.” You warned.
Damon gave you a charming smile and swept you up into his arms meaning you couldn’t escape from him.
He carried you down the stairs, set you down and picked up his keys as he opened the door, making a gesture with his arm for you to go first.
“Damon come on, I’ve only got a few days left.”
“Exactly! You’ve got time!” He beamed.
Damon placed his hand on the lower part of your back and gently pushed you out the door and quickly closed it as soon as he got you outside.
You gave up on trying to fight Damon on this, you knew he wasn’t going to give up, he was stubbornly annoying like that.
Sighing, you made your way to the car and got in, letting him drive you away.
He drove you to the grill and you guys made your way in to where everyone else was standing around.
“We’ll look who finally came outside.” Alaric chuckled.
“I didn’t have much of a choice.” You sighed.
Sitting at the table next to you, you looked through the menu out of boredom.
“Well good, because you’ve been locked away trying to finish that college project for ages.” Elena sighed.
“It’s a huge part of my grade.”
“And you’re smart, you’ll smash it easily.” Stefan smiled.
You just nodded your head and turned towards Damon, handing the menu over to him.
“Since you dragged me out you’re buying me food.”
“I always do.”
He headed over to order you something to eat while you leant back and watched the others chat away.
You didn’t take part much in the conversations they were having, instead you were doing some research on your phone for the project you were working in.
Within a matter of minutes your phone was plucked from your hand.
“No.”
“Fine.” You mumbled.
Taking the drink from Damon’s hand, you leant forward so he could climb behind you to sit in the booth and then you leant back again.
Setting the glass on the table, you shuffled yourself backwards, laying yourself on his chest as you closed your eyes.
“I’m taking a nap, if anyone wakes me up and it’s not for my food someone’s getting staked.”
“I’ll let them know.” Damon laughed.
Wrapping an arm around you, he rested his chin on your head as he talked with Alaric, occasionally flicking his eyes to you to make sure you were okay
can i request 30 and 31 in your prompt list with damon salvatore pls, thank u! ^^ - Anon💜
30. “I’ll wait for you.” “For how long?” “Until the end of time if I must.”
31. “You live a dark life, surrounded by the shadows.” “Not quite.” “Huh?” “You are the light I need.”
Sitting in the bench, you sighed to yourself as you looked around.
“Ditching school?”
You jumped slightly, turning to your side, you looked at Damon as he held out your favourite drink.
Smiling, you took it and shuffled around on the bench so you could face him properly.
“Yeah, not really feeling it.”
“And this has nothing to do with what happened the other night?” He mused.
“None at all.”
Damon sighed, giving you a small smile as he shook his head at you.
“You know you can only avoid them for so long.”
“Yeah I know, but right now I’m doing pretty good at it.”
Damon hummed and stood up, holding his hand out to you.
Confused, you rose a brow at him and he grinned wildly.
“What?”
“Come on.”
You shrugged slightly and took his hand, letting him pull you up. Once you were up, you led your over to his car, opening the passenger the side door for you.
Climbing in, he closed the door and got into the drivers side.
Damon started driving.
“So, can I know where I’m going yet?” You mused.
“Nope, it’s a secret.”
“Damon.” You whined.
He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.
He didn’t drive for long, he took you to a small lake nearby and you both got out, making your way over to the water.
Kicking your shoes off on the grass, you padded over to water and walked a few steps in, closing your eyes as you smiled, listening to the sound of the water.
Damon walked over and did the same, he held out his hand and gave you a charming style. You could hear the gentle sound of music coming from his car.
“Dance with me.” He smiled.
“Happily.”
Placing your hand in his, you guys danced around in the shallow part of the lake, laughing and smiling to one another.
You danced for what felt like hours, and when your legs started to grow tired, you made your way out of the water and sat on the grass.
Laying down, you stared up at the blue sky.
Damon stood there and looked at you for a moment before he came over, dropping himself to the ground with a thud and a small groan.
“It’s nice to escape everything, isn’t it?” You asked softly.
“Yeah. Until we go back and all the crap catches up with us.”
“Come on, life isn’t all that bad.”
“There’s always something lurking in the shadows.” Damon replied.
You turned your head to face him.
“You live a dark life, surrounded by the shadows.”
With that, you turned your head away.
“Not quite.”
You furrowed your brows and faced him again.
“Huh?” You replied.
Damon sat up, spinning himself of the grass he rested his arms on his legs as he looked down at you.
You did the same, sitting up you turned to face him.
Damon reached out, gently placing a hand on the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheek.
You smiled, leaning into his touch as you closed your eyes.
“You are the light I need…” he whispered.
Your eyes shot open and you stared at him in shock.
Damon shuffled himself forward, his knees touching yours. He slowly reached up, placing his other hand on the side of your face, cradling your face between them.
“If you’re here with me, my life isn’t so dark.” He whispered.
“Damon…”
“Look, I know things didn’t end so well with my brother. He chose Elena over you, threw everything he had with you away, but I can tell you I won’t do that.”
You sighed, placing your hand over his.
“Damon im… I’m not ready to date again… I’m sorry.”
Damon smiled and nodded his head.
“I’ll wait for you.”
You lowered his hand, but still kept them between yours.
“For how long?” You whispered.
Damon smiled, leaning forward he gently placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds before he pulled away.
Then he shot you the biggest and brightest you had ever seen him show. A genuine smile.
“Until the end of time if I must.”
“I can’t ask you to do that…”
“You don’t have to, I want to. I liked Kathrine, I liked Elena because she reminded me of Kathrine, but I love you (Y/N). And I’ll be dammed if I let you go as easily as my idiot brother did.”
You laughed softly, shuffling over, you rested your head on his chest and let him wrap his arms around you.
He laid down on the grass, you laid on top of him while he playing with your hair.
“I know you’re scared, but I won’t hurt you. If you need time I’ll give you time. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
You nodded your head.
“Thank you…”
Damon kissed your head and smiled as he stared up at the sky.
He’d been waiting for this moment, to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loved you. But you were dating his brother.
Now you weren’t, he was ready to show you how much he loved you, how much he was willing to do for you because all he wanted was you
“i’m coming!” you yelled, agitated to whoever is knocking on your door at 11 pm.
your scowl dropped when you opened the door seeing steve harrington leaning in your threshold while pouting at you.
“steve? something wrong, hon?” you asked worriedly and helped him inside your house.
he looked at you tearfully then he sniffled, “yeah. have to tell you somethin’”
you hummed, sitting him down in the couch before getting him a glass of water.
“but you have to promise not to get mad.” he said when you cameback from the kitchen. you looked at him confused before nodding.
he took a sip of the water you gave him before looking at you and sighing heavily.
“i...i think–i like you.” he said hesitantly, looking at anywhere except from you. “i mean–you don’t have to like me back. but–uhm, i just wanna get it off my chest because i don’t wanna keep secrets from you because were friends and–”
“what are you saying?” you asked confused, cutting off his rambling. he looked at you in panicked, afraid that he messed things up. before he can even apologize you grabbed his face gently in your hands. he almost sobbed at the feeling of your warm hands in his face.
“steve. we’ve been dating for two years.” you said, looking straight in his glassy eyes.
he blinks twice before gasping loudly, “we are?” he asked, eyes widening.
“yes?” you deadpan. “how much did you drink?”
“just a lil’ bit, baby.” he slurred, eyes drooping slightly before grinning at you.
you rolled your eyes at him, sighing before smiling softly, “what am i gonna do with you?”
“uh, love me unconditionally?” he answered with a dopey smile with a light shrug.
“okay. if that’s what you want.” you said, shrugging nonchalantly.
Warning: the intro is a little poetic, a few curse words.
Summary: In which someone gets down on one knee and it isn’t Joe.
Backstage Girlfriend! Universe Masterlist
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When you get your heart broken, there are a lot of songs and poems you start to relate to.
Love is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse, no longer becomes just a slow song you might hum along; it becomes a fact you live by.
A love like Noah and Allie’s from The Notebook is one that makes you flip your TV channel, because who could love someone like that?
Kafka’s letters to Milena start to make no sense, because how can a man tell his lover “For myself I am too heavy, for you I am light” and mean it?
Heartbreak fucks you up. It shakes everything you know about love; to a partner, to a parent, to a friend, and to yourself.
But then you meet someone new, and you realize that maybe the door should be left ajar. Maybe you can accommodate another visitor, in hopes of that visitor isn’t just a passerby. Suddenly, you realize that you don’t hate love because how could you hate love when them calling your name gives you some untamable butterflies? How could you hate love when their mere presence makes you forget about all the sleepless nights you spent crying, wondering if you were worthy of love?
How can you hate love when you receive it so loudly, so softly, and so passionately?
Having your heart broken by Harry wasn’t something you had expected. You had expected fights–bad fights, even, and you had expected distance, but you had never expected having to stay quiet as his manager told you that your boyfriend was out on a date with someone who wasn’t you to drive more traffic to his new movie. You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend coming home with a smile on the same lips he kissed someone else with, knowing that you knew–that you saw. You never expected a crowded relationship.
And maybe you didn’t expect to move on either.
“My girlfriend actually styles my outfits,” is the one of the things you didn’t expect Joe to say on national television, “Y/N is just-she’s-she’s incredible at everything honestly.”
“Hey, man, this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N,” is another you also didn’t expect to hear your boyfriend say as he introduced you some celebrity friends.
“Tell me if it gets too much,” as well, with his arm around your dress-clad waist, lovingly looking at you and ignoring the flashing cameras on the red carpet.
Two years pass by, and not a day went by without you feeling loved in the relationship. Not a single day went by without Joe’s “I love you”s, or sending you silly pictures to make you laugh at work, or kissing you until you were a giggling mess. Not a single day went by with you questioning his love.
With his mouth opened slightly agape in a tiresome slumber in your arms, your hand was stroking through his soft hair, holding him as he slept through the movie he told you he’d stay awake during but you knew better—you knew him better.
“I could die right now, Clem,” Jim Carrey as Joel, told Kate Winslet in the movie playing on your shared TV, “I’m just…happy. I’ve never felt that before,” he said as they both lied on ice, hands intertwined, “I’m just exactly where I want to be.”
And you smiled, mind racing with a million memories.
Memories of Joe nervously asking you out on a date. Memories of Joe blushing when your hands had brushed for the first time. Memories of your first kiss. Memories of him holding you as you told him about your heartbreak. Memories of disagreements, where no matter how mad, the both of you never could go a day without communicating. Memories of Joe unapologetically loving you.
You released a short sigh, leaning down a little to press a soft kiss to his temple, smiling when he snuggled more into you with a small groan.
If someone had asked you: “What made the shift?” You wouldn’t know how to answer, but right there and then, with him in your arms, and with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind playing on the TV, you knew.
He was your person.
You knew that you wanted him in your life for as long as your lungs accomodate you, and for as long as your heart beat for you, and for the love you could finally say you deserved.
It was a week later when it happened. One moment you were walking to your car after getting a new sports bra instead of your comfort one that you had been using and abusing for years, and the next, you were standing and looking at rings.
“Are you interested in Cartier, miss?”
You smiled politely, “I’m not so sure, I’m just-I’m just looking.”
“Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” The man smiled.
“Boyfriend, yeah,” you chuckled bashfully.
The man hummed, “You look in love,” he pointed out, “Any special occasion?”
“I think,” you paused, furrowing your eyebrows a little as you gave him a smile, “I think I want to propose actually.”
His eyes went wide, and as did his smile, his fixed posture dropping as his hands went to his heart, “Oh!” He exclaimed, “We do live in modern times!” He grinned, “Come in, come in, I’ll show you the great deals.”
And you did. The man, whose name turned out to be Roberto, seemed excited as he showed you different bands; silver, gold, rose gold, thick, thin, 15% off, 40% off.
You were polite as you looked and nodded along, complimenting every ring he showed you and holding it in your palm.
“I just-Nothing really screams his name, you know?” You told him, turning around to glance at the shop.
There it was.
A flyer, stuck on the memo board they had behind the cashier stared back at you with its big, bold text screaming at you:
MAKE YOUR OWN JEWELRY!
Jewelry making workshop: 4 days, materials covered.
Ask us about the workshop!
“You have a jewellery-making workshop?” You asked Roberto, pointing at the flyer.
He hummed in confirmation, putting a ring back in its place, “It’s very fun.”
“How do I register?”
And then you found yourself having to lie about your whereabouts to Joe.
“I have a meeting with Rian Johnson tonight.”
“Hey, baby. No, trouble at work. I’ll be a little late.”
“Stressful week at work, yeah. The crew’s expected to stay late on set for two more days.”
Never would you have ever thought that you would be sitting opposite to a 57-year-old man, in overalls, as an only student in a jewellery-making workshop, melting and shaping metal.
Joe wasn’t someone who went all out and crazy with jewellery. In fact, it wasn’t a usual sighting to see him wearing rings, except years ago when he wore one on his pinky.
It was why you decided on making a simple design, and you were thankful for that because you were sure a 4-day workshop and with your minimal skills, you couldn’t do anything too complicated.
“And now,” Sid, the 57-year-old instructor, began quietly with a proud, soft smile, “Carefully put it in the box.”
You carefully held the finished ring, forgetting to breathe for a moment as you carefully put it inside the small black velvet box, a loud exhale leaving your lips as you looked at it.
“Good job, Y/N,” Sid smiled, watching you.
You laughed in excitement, not realizing that you were crying until you sniffled, “Do you think he’ll like it?”
“You made that ring, sweetheart,” Sid replied, “With your own hands. Any person who doesn’t love that is not worth keeping.”
By the time you were back, Joe was putting down his guitar, his head turning towards the door before a smile came to his face.
“Home sweet home,” he said, standing up with his arms open as he welcomed you in a hug, kissing your head, “How was your day?”
You hummed, looking at him with your arms around his waist, smiling as you replied, “It’s good now.”
“Cute,” he chuckled, leaning closer to press his lips against yours, “Have you eaten properly? You know iced coffee isn’t food, right?”
You rolled your eyes, “I had tacos,” you replied.
“Good choice,” Joe said with a smile, pecking your lips, “When are you going to rest?” He asked, “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” you replied, pecking his lips, “How about a dinner date on Saturday?”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want,” you said.
“We can stay home and cook something nice, what do you think?”
“I’ll cook,” you said, “Whatever you want.”
It was when Saturday came that you realized what it was that you were about to do.
You woke up two hours before Joe from the restless sleep you got. You were an anxious mess. From making sure you were squeaky clean with a shower, to moisturizing too much, to making sure your house was spotless, to shakily preparing breakfast, you had no idea how you were going to be even a tad bit calm for the night.
The velvet black box remained hidden in one of your purses; a place where you knew wasn’t risky because Joe never had a reason to go through your bags nor were they always in his sight.
Your heart remained frantically beating in your ribcage. Your hands remained shaking. Your mind remained alert enough to remind you to breath every minute or so.
“Mooorning,” you heard, feeling Joe’s hand on your waist before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Good morning,” you smiled the best you could, turning to the side to place your hand on his neck as you stepped closer to kiss him.
Joe hummed, smiling as he squeezed your hip before his eyes fell on his mug of coffee, ready for him to drink, “Thank you, baby.”
You only smiled, turning around to turn off the stove on the scrambled eggs you were making for the both of you.
Mornings with Joe were always so peacefully quiet. He’d show you funny tweets, you’d show him funny TikToks, and then you’d both talk about the day you had ahead, all whilst seating beside each other, having your breakfast in the kitchen.
It was your conversation that had your calming down, but if you were to narrow it down, it was Joe’s presence that calmed you down.
Joe was simple. He had fans left and right, he was a main character in one of the most watched shows, and he made music that could make someone ascend to heaven, but he was very simple to the core. If you were to ask Joe about his perfect day, he’d say it’d be spent with you, some music playing with a nice meal, then maybe you’d take a walk around the park before going back home to cuddle to a movie he’d sleep in the midst of.
Maybe it was why your dinner date was one where the both of you weren’t dressed up for.
Instead, you were in plaid pajama bottoms with a black t-shirt from his Djo’s Decide merch. Joe was in sweat shorts, and in a t-shirt that you had gotten him as a joke months ago that said “I ❤ MY GIRLFRIEND”, with his hair a mess.
You were thankful for the t-shirt you were wearing hiding the bulging pocket of your pants, and even more so when you both had finally sat down to eat.
“Look at thaaaat!” Joe exclaimed, looking at the food you had prepared as the both of you sat on your dinning table.
You laughed shyly, giving him a shrug, “As if you weren’t helping me with it.”
“All you,” he shook his head, taking your plate in his hand as he began to put food on it, “Tell me about your week?”
And then you fell into the effortless conversations you both did so well. Laughter, dramatic gasps, a shit ton of compliments, and more laughter were shared as you both ate.
“And then we finally made it to the show,” you concluded your story, “Thankfully, Phoebe hadn’t, like, begun her set yet so we were so fucking lucky.”
“Was she good live? I can only imagine how cool her shows are.”
“She was so good,” you replied, talking about Phoebe Bridgers, “Like, I’d tell you I had a favorite song from the live show but I just don’t. They were all so good.”
“We should go together,” he pointed at you with his fork, “You know what, I think we need a new, like, a new goal.”
“And what’s that?” You smiled, leaning your head on your hands as you looked at him.
“We should see every single artist live,” Joe dramatically replied, “I’m talking Stevie Nicks, Cardi B, Phoebe Bridgers, Niall Horan, Silk Sonic. Literally everyone.”
You laughed, “Oh yeah? Are you planning on living until we’re 150 years old?” You teased him.
“We just-It’ll be easy! How fun would that be?”
“What? For you to be seen at every single show? Do you realize how absolutely crazy fans would go if they got pictures of you at all these people’s shows?”
He waved you off, “Then they’ll know I’m having a fuck ton of fun with my girlfriend,” he replied, “It’s a nice goal. Admit it.”
“It’s nice,” you admitted with a smile, “I could actually just call Niall though,” you said, “We’re not so close but we’re friends. He’s, like, one of the nicest people to ever exist.”
“You know Niall Horan,” Joe’s eyebrows went up with a smile, “That’s cool.”
“Want me to get you an autograph?”
“Fuck off,” he laughed, tapping your leg with his underneath the table, “Wouldn’t it be a little awkward if you talked to him? You know, given that you’re, you know…”
“Harry’s ex?” You asked, watching as Joe nodded. You shrugged, “No, Niall’s a nice guy. I think we sort of became friends a little, like, beyond Harry.”
Joe nodded again, “Alright so it’s a yes to seeing Niall live,” he said, “Do you know the rest of the One Direction guys, too?”
You shook your head, “Just Niall. Harry mostly kept contact with Niall more than the rest so I only met him.”
“I would’ve cried if you were friends with Zayn, honestly,” Joe said, making you laugh, “For real. He’s–The guy’s fucking majestic.”
“And he’s so unbothered,” you said, “Like he’s just out there doing his own thing and nobody knows a thing about him.”
“Exactly,” he said before grimacing, “Are we talking about your ex’s band on our date?”
“Not anyone’s fault he was in a successful band,” you chuckled.
“He’s successful,” Joe pointed out, making you nod. “Anyway, how’s it going with Rian Johnson?”
And then just like that, you both continued to talk some more.
It was 15 minutes later when you seemed to zone out, your mind going to the velvet box in your pocket as your heart frantically thumped against your chest, anticipating the awaited moment.
Your mind was elsewhere as you and Joe began cleaning the table, with him telling you about some pointless celebrity gossip he saw on Twitter that you both enjoyed so much.
It was when your hands were washed, that Joe wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning closer to leave a soft kiss to your neck, then cheek, then finally, your lips.
“Thank you for dinner,” he said.
“You liked it?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, a smile on your face.
“Loved it,” he said, “I love when we do that.”
“What?”
“This,” he shrugged, “Home-cooked meal, or any food really, just staying together and having a slow day,” he shrugged again, “I love it,” he said before smiling, “I love you.”
You smiled, moving your hands to his cheeks, “I love you,” you repeated. “Can I ask you a question?”
Joe hummed, nodding slightly.
“Do you imagine us together, like, forever?”
“Fuck yeah,” he gave you a look that screamed “What sort of question is that?” before he nodded, “Are you kidding?”
“You do?”
“Are we not-Are we not past that point? I thought it was obvious that we were, like, in this for eternity type of thing. No joke.”
“Just making sure,” you said before taking a deep breath, “Um, just so that what I’m about to do isn’t awkward,” you slowly removed your hands from his cheeks, watchin as Joe gave you a confused look.
Shakily, your hand grabbed the velvet box in your pocket, taking it out as Joe’s eyes went to it.
And before he knew it, you were down on one knee.
His eyes widened, a shocked grin on his face.
You cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact, “J,” you began, “I didn’t prepare a speech because I knew I’d forget it. But I want to see every artist live with you,” you said, “And I want the home-cooked meals, the slow days, I want it-Fuck, I want it all with you,” you laughed, sniffling as tears fell down in your hot cheeks before you finally looked up at him, laughing some more at his shocked expression, “Will you marry me?”
Instead of answering, Joe was down on his knees, grabbing your face in his hands as he pressed his lips on yours, one hand moving to tangle his fingers in your hair as he did.
“Yes,” he answered, out of breath, “You’re so fucking insane for that, you know? Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
You laughed in glee, wiping his tears, “Oh my God,” you laughed, kissing his lips once more.
The moment you pulled away, Joe looked down at the ring, making you remember the jewellery. You took out the ring, holding it with your fingers, “I made it,” you sheepishly and quietly said, “The waves are-It’s cheesy but we said our first I love you’s on the beach and,” you shrugged with a giggle.
“You’re unreal,” Joe shook his head in disbelief, “You had it made for me?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I made it. I made it myself,” you said, holding his hand in yours, “It was this 4-day workshop,” you said, “It’s not much, I kno-”
“Fuck ooooff,” he frowned, shaking his head, “This is the best fucking ring I have ever seen in my entire life,” he said, “You made it. You actually made it.”
Softly, you slid the ring onto his ring finger, grinning after you did so before looking at him.
Joe sniffled, letting out a small laugh as he turned his head, bringing his shoulder closer to wipe his tears before looking at his ring-clad hand, shaking his head in disbelief.
He stood up, holding his hand out for you, “Come here,” he said, pulling you up before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, “I love you. I love you so fucking much, yeah?”
“do you really need to go?” steve whined, watching you put clothes on your bag.
max and el had suggested for a sleepover with you, robin, and nancy. and you can’t say no to them since it’s also el‘s first time, so much to your boyfriend’s dismay, you said yes.
“mhm, they’re expecting me there.”
“no, they’re not.” he huffed while pouting at you. you just chuckled at him and pull the zipper of your bag before putting it in your shoulder.
“we can order pizza and do whatever you want.” he bargained, but you just shook your head and laugh at him before wordlessly walking to your door when you heard someone’s car stopped at the front of your house.
“i gotta go now, bub. you can invite eddie and the other kids to have a guys night or something.” you told him but he just throw himself at you and wrap his arms around you tightly.
“don‘t go.” he whined through your ear.
“nope, nancy’s already outside.” you said and wiggled out of his grasp. you put your shoes on before looking at him and pecking his lips, “call me if you need anything.” you called over your shoulder before practically running to nancy’s car before he can even say a word.
–
when you arrived the others were already throwing ideas on what to do for the night but it was stopped short when the phone in the living room of the wheeler’s home rang. nancy answered it before rolling her eyes and calling you,
“it’s for you” she said, patting your shoulder before leaving you alone.
“hello?”
“hi.” you groaned playfully when you heard steve’s voice in the other end.
“what is it, baby?” you ask gently.
“you said to call if i need anything.”
“okay, and what do you need?”
“you.” he said sweetly. you just chuckled, muttering a quick ‘bye’ and ignoring his whines to not hang up before hanging up.
–
“i miss y/n.” steve whined. he was currently at eddie’s trailer with eddie, dustin, lucas, and mike who got kicked out by his sister on they’re house.
dustin looked at him with disgust, “you’re so gross.” he muttered, steve glared at him that made eddie chuckle,
“why don’t you go to her then?” he suggested jokingly. but when they saw steve perked up they knew that he didn’t get it.
“you know what? i will.” he said and stood up.
“dude, it’s a joke–” mike was cut off when steve practically sprint out of eddie’s trailer and to his car.
“he’s so gross.” dustin mumbled under his breath with a small smile.
–
a knock on the door echoes around the house. the girls look at each other wondering who that would be, especially since it was ten in the evening.
“did you order another pizza?” robin asked.
“no, i didn’t,” nancy answers, brows furrowing.
y/n takes it upon herself to check who it was, but when she saw a familiar car on the window, she sighs before opening the door,
“steve? what are you–”
steve engulfs you in a hug, walking with you inside nancy’s house, you just chuckled and kicked the door close, the two of you continues to walk backwards, eventually entering the living room.
“this is a girls night,” max said with an eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip upon seeing steve’s body towering over her sister figure.
“yes, i know,” he plops down on an empty spot, which was where you sat before you stood up to open the door. steve tugs on your arm, pulling you downwards to sit on his lap making the others groan in disgust, but steve just stuck out his tongue childishly.
“what are you doing here, dingus?” robin asks, sipping on her soda.
“just missing my girlfriend,” he said, putting his chin on your shoulder and holding you tightly.
max and robin both muttered a ‘gross’ under their breath, while nancy and el smiled at the two of you,
“okay, but just this one time,” nancy said firmly, steve nods appreciatively, lazily giving a thumbs up with his free hand before nuzzling in your neck and sighing in content.
“has anyone called steve?” your head perked up from your slumped position.
“stevie’s coming?” you slurred. one of your friends pat your shoulder, an attempt to comfort your drunk self. before anyone can answer you, you already saw him. your face lighting up in an instant that made your friends chuckle.
never in a million years did they expect that they’re friend who’s always sneering and glaring at every living thing they saw would be this whipped. but then again, they can’t blame you. because steve harrington is also whipped for you.
“stevie!” you called, a little too loud that your friend beside you slapped a hand in your mouth.
steve chuckled before nodding to your friends as greeting. he rushed over to you and held your cheeks.
“hi.” you greeted with a grin, “i missed you.”
he chuckled, “we just saw each other this morning.” he says while stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“yeah, but you left me after.” you said with a pout.
he sighs, “cause i have work, love.”
before you can even answer one of your friends made a gagging sound, “you two are so gross, get a room.” she says with feigned annoyance.
you rolled your eyes at her and looked at steve who’s already looking at you. your heart fluttered at the sight.
“get your things, love.” steve said. regardless of telling you to do it, he’s the one who collected your things. all while ignoring the whines and complaints from your friends.
before you know it, you’re secured on his back making your way out of the bar.
you buried your face in his neck and put a light kiss on it that made him shudder but didn’t say anything.
“hey” you whispered. he hums, “put me down.”
“why?”
“because i can walk.”
reluctantly, he carefully sets you down as you stand up slowly, adjusting to balancing on your own.
“what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly when you just stared at him blankly.
after a beat of silence you spoke, “are you single?”
silence. then he laughs.
“don’t laugh!” you hit him lightly in his shoulder.
“i’m sorry.” he said when his chuckles died down, but he’s still smiling at you.
“i hate you.” you grumbled, squinting your eyes at him in feign annoyance.
“you love me.” he said with while grinning at you.
“i do.” your fast response has his heart skipping a beat, “now say it back,”
“i love you more, baby.” he said with a smile before pulling you in a hug.
you relish being held by him in the cold night. the breeze sobers you up a bit and you don’t want to pull away, or go home for that matter. afraid of the teasing that will come the next morning.
“love, can you get my glasses please?” you ask eddie while moving around the kitchen, planning to make a pie that you saw on a recipe book.
you frantically picked up the ingredients. though it was an easy recipe, it’s your first time making it. once you finished grabbing everything you looked up to see eddie still staring at you while biting his middle finger.
“baby...my glasses?”
“right, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “it’s just–damn. you look good when you’re focused.”
you gave him a look before pecking his lips.
“i appreciate it, eds. but i really need my glasses now.”
“right– those! i’m gonna go get ‘em. anything for my best girl.” he said enthusiastically with a big smile plastered on his face. he peck your lips once more before running out of the kitchen.
